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Not In Straight Line

*pic courtesy - painting taken from pinterest. I am telling you I am not perfect My bed is messed up all day long I have been said I am nothing but wrong My voice cracks open a tragic song My closet has clothes that don't fit me There are times when even my dog doesn't sit with me I am telling you Life is not supposed to be.. What you want to see.. I have been thrown out, shouted at, made fun of,  everytime I want to change and be free.. I have been called arrogant, stupid, mad, with ideas that shatter... I discovered things that no one in the room thought but only if it could matter.. I am telling you That people aren't perfect and nor they will ever be... If you wait for them to align You will be the one being struck out of line Don't think every criticism is fine Some are horrific with absurd design So what if I am not perfect I can tell that imperfection is abstract Breaking the rules is not nodding to solicitations I have tried, failed, then tried back ...

Let Me

Let me alone suffer..
I know not why I tell you..
Let me don’t you utter..
The words I don’t know why I listen to.
Let me decide..
Where I want to reside.
Let me come home..
Just be quieter by my side.
Let me be trapped..
In what I believe.
Let me break out of it..
And cease to love.
Let me be born again.
And again.
While struggling to die like insane.
Let me figure..
All that’s disfigured around me.
Let me just let out..
Don’t call me back ..
I know it’s dark..
Don’t wait on me..
Make yourself a pie..
I am not hungry..
Mom..
For the last time..
I promise..
As I won’t be back to soon..
So stop staring desperately at the moon.
If I would I will try..
But if I couldn’t..
Then for the next time..
At the least..
I won’t lie.

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